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If you hadn’t read part 1, I recommend it that you do beforehand, as it gives all the necessary background context about the one you’re about to read.

I had been anxious about Richard coming back to my house since the moment the baby had waken me up to be breastfed. My mind went back to the previous afternoon and my fantasy of breastfeeding a man coming true on Richard’s mouth.

Hubby was at work and our other son at kinder, as usual. Baby was asleep, and I had my eyes stuck to the front door. “See you tomorrow” Richard had said. Would be come again? Would he get my breasts milked again? Was I being mean to Adelle, who had been the sweetest person to me? Was it cheating if he was only milking me? I was lost in my own questions when I heard him knock on the door. He barely knocked, as if he knew I’d be waiting, right there, anxiously. He didn’t ring the bell nor really knock. Just a couple of knock-knock with his finger on the door glass.

“Hello Richard” I opened the door. He rushed in, closing it immediately.

“I don’t want anyone to start talking” he said, sitting on the couch.

I didn’t know what to do next. It was not the heat of the moment, as it had been the previous day. But it was not passionate either. What was it? How should I continue? Or should I just let him lead?

As usual, my own movements surprised myself. I took off my top and walked to him, braless. My breasts started leaking straight away. I sat on top of him, facing him, my boobs at his mouth height. He grabbed them at once and took one to his mouth, squeezing it. Once again, milk was free to go out. Instinctively, my body started to grope his crotch. He was totally clothed and I only had my top removed, but I began riding him anyway as he sucked the milk out of my breasts.

This time, as our position eased his access to both my tits, he went from one boob to the other and back to the first one over and over, grasping both of them with his hands. I moaned in pleasure as he dried my boobs. I caressed his bold head and pressed his face against my pouring tits. I no longer cared for Adelle or anything at all. I just wanted Richard to suck me dry. And he did, for what seemed an eternity of pleasure to me. His squeezes, his breath, his lips pressing my tits, his tongue on my nipples, soft bites to my nips…

We spoke no words, he just milked my breasts. He didn’t attempt anything else or touched anything else. Yet, he made me orgasm on top of him with his mouth and hands on my breasts.

When he left, he repeated his “see you tomorrow”, but leaned to kiss me. I kissed him. Not passionately, not lusty, but a soft wet lip kiss.

The following day he didn’t even knock on the door. He just approached it and I opened it instantly. He entered without saying a word and went to the couch. I took off my shirt and rode him again, just as the day before, but this time without hesitation. He sucked me dry, I rode him and orgasmed on top of him. At the peak of my orgasm, he gently guided my head to his own and we kissed. This time we really kissed. Tongues and bites and saliva from one mouth to the other as I orgasmed. Then he left. There was no “see you tomorrow”, but we said goodbye with a lustful kiss. We knew he would return the following day.

Don’t you dare miss part 3…

NSFW: yes

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